Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start

This couldn't help but make Gu Chen frown as he said, "You want to run away just after you finish eating everything up?"

Because the gauntlet had already fused with his flesh and blood, Gu Chen could clearly sense that after absorbing the life force of the numerous barbarian soldiers and the three great masters, the power contained within the gauntlet was somewhat terrifying.

Once it erupted, it might unleash earth-shattering power.

"Is this really just a high-grade divine weapon?" Gu Chen pondered as he sensed the gauntlet within the flesh of his left hand, his eyebrows slightly knitted.

Although Gu Chen had never seen a high-grade divine weapon, for some reason, he always felt that the gauntlet in his flesh wasn't simply just a high-grade divine weapon.

"After the battle of Yan State ends, I can go back to the Jing Tian Department to look it up and see if there is any relevant information," Gu Chen contemplated.

...

Yan State, DaHuang Mansion, Yongxue City.

In Yongxue City, all the common people had already been evacuated, leaving only the soldiers of Da Xia and the forces of the Jing Tian Department in place.

At this moment, within Yongxue City, a brutal battle was raging on.

"Kill!"

With a roar from Song Yu, his face fierce, he wielded his long saber, slicing open the chest of a barbarian soldier. The sharp saber qi directly smashed the barbarian's internal organs to pieces.

As early as three days ago, a large number of the barbarian army had flooded into Yongxue City. Over these three days, Song Yu and his men had basically been engaged in slaughter every day, exhausted to the limit and with bloodshot eyes.

And after several battles, the forces of the Jing Tian Department too had suffered heavy losses, with nearly all of the thirty-five Metropolitan Procurators who came from Tiandu being annihilated.

Over this period, Song Yu and Wang Yan had, by relying on their familiarity with Yongxue City, dodged and hidden, barely surviving.

Fortunately, not long ago, the Duke of the Liang State finally led the royal reinforcements and filled the gaps in Yongxue City, cutting off the city gates, and stationed a large number of troops there.

But even so, within Yongxue City, there were still a large number of barbarian soldiers and remnants of the Holy Shadows Sect's corpse army, and outside the city, the battle was still ongoing.

Apart from the clashes of the lower-rank soldiers, warriors at the Gang Qi Stage, Returning to True Stage, and even the Vajra Stage and innate realm grandmasters were engaged in combat at this moment.

Outside Yongxue City, there was a continuous roaring in the void. Even in the distance, the heavens and the earth seemed to be twisting, with boulders flying through the air and waves crashing against the shore. The whole area looked as if it was about to explode.

That was the battlefield unique to the innately skilled grandmasters of martial arts.

In this battle, no less than eleven innate realm grandmasters had joined the fray!

Without a doubt, Da Xia was on the weaker side, and the situation in Yongxue City was hanging by a thread.

Swish!

A bright flash of saber light suddenly emerged. Wang Yan, covered in blood, swung his long saber with great force, fiercely battling against a barbarian centurion.

The barbarians were descendants of gods and demons. Although their bloodline had become exceedingly diluted after generations, their physical bodies were still incredibly strong, naturally superior to those of the Human Clan of the Central Plains.

This barbarian centurion, too, had the cultivation of the Vajra Stage, on par with Wang Yan.

Clink! Clang! Clang!

As they continually collided, sparks flew from the constant striking of their long sabers.

Through continuous battles, Wang Yan, like Song Yu, was already exhausted to the extreme. Now, they were only holding on with sheer willpower.

"Weak human warriors. Soon enough, the entire Da Xia will be in the palm of our divine race, your wealth, resources, food, women, everything will belong to our barbarian tribe, and the people of the Central Plains will be slaves to our divine race for generations to come!" The barbarian centurion fighting against Wang Yan sneered viciously.

Upon hearing the word "women," a ferocious glint exploded in Wang Yan's eyes, and he bellowed, "Die!"

With a thrust, Wang Yan's long saber slashed across the chest of the barbarian centurion, cleaving him clean in two.

"Huff... Huff..."
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After slaying his enemy, Wang Yan was breathing heavily, his eyes wide open with bloodshot veins, his whole being emanating a murderous aura, like a wild beast ready to devour.

"Go!"

On the other side, after Song Yu had once again slain an enemy, he called out to Wang Yan to quickly leave the place.

In Yongxue City, despite the reinforcement troops from Da Xia, the barbarian soldiers were just as numerous. Both of them were now on the brink of their limits, barely holding on, and if this continued, they were sure to die here.

But Wang Yan, although standing there, was already exhausted. He didn't even blink, as if he had not heard Song Yu's words, with a face still bearing a heavy killing aura.

"Wang Yan!"

Seeing this, Song Yu immediately panicked. He hurried over to Wang Yan and kept calling out, "Wang Yan, Wang Yan, what's wrong with you, wake up, don't scare me, you can't die!"

No matter how Song Yu called, Wang Yan just stood there without any response, his vitality getting weaker and weaker.

"Wang Yan, did you hear me, you damned well can't die, there are people waiting for you in Tiandu, hold on!" Song Yu roared, shaking Wang Yan's body vigorously, while transferring the little internal breath he had left into Wang Yan's body continuously.

Upon hearing these words, a faint glimmer of life appeared in Wang Yan's dull eyes.

Seeing this, Song Yu was overjoyed and kept calling non-stop.

But at that moment, a dangerous aura approached. Not far off in the street, a large group of undead soldiers suddenly charged toward them.

"Damn it!"

With an anxious look, Song Yu could only hoist Wang Yan onto his shoulders and run.

Unfortunately, undead soldiers emerged from every direction, surrounding both Song Yu and Wang Yan.

"Kill!"

Knowing there was no retreat, Song Yu carried Wang Yan with one arm and wielded his knife with the other, charging toward the distant undead troops.

But, after all, it's hard to fight against overwhelming numbers. Soon, Song Yu was covered in wounds, blood flowing unstoppably, his complexion growing increasingly pale, and his lips becoming more and more chapped.

He knew he was reaching his limit.

Suddenly, scenes from the past flashed through his mind, finally settling on that day when they were on their way to Yan State and had made a promise during a break, that everyone would return alive.

But now, of the thirty-five who had come to Yan State together, some had died, some injured, and quite a few had died right before Song Yu's eyes, without him being able to save them.

Even Xue Ling had died in battle the day before.

Now, it was finally his turn.

"I never thought that in the end, it would be the two of us dying together." Song Yu felt somewhat unwilling. His own death was inconsequential; he had no family to speak of. But Wang Yan was different.

In Tiandu, thousands of miles away, someone was still waiting for him.

Thwack!

Suddenly, a spray of blood burst forth as a ghoul forcefully broke off the arm Song Yu was using to hold his knife.

But Song Yu was already numb, completely unable to feel the pain.

"Let me die then, it's better this way, too tired, I'm really too tired…" Song Yu thought wearily to himself.

Death seemed like a form of release for him.

But at that moment, Song Yu's blood splattered on Wang Yan's face, and Wang Yan, who had been lifeless, suddenly became alert.

"Kill!"

Wang Yan's eyes turned red as he let out a thunderous roar. He flexed his arm with all his strength, using the last of his energy to hurl Song Yu's body into the distance.

"Wang Yan!"

Feeling the whooshing wind by his ear, Song Yu instantly became alert. His pupils dilated as he desperately screamed, reaching out with his remaining hand, trying to touch Wang Yan.

Unfortunately, he grasped at air.

"No!"

Song Yu's eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted, and the corners of his eyes split open, but he was being carried farther and farther away from Wang Yan, farther and farther.

The last thing he saw was the scene of Wang Yan being engulfed by the undead army. And the moment he hit the ground, he passed out.